[i]A good soldier does not consider the nature of her miracle. Strike where the opportunity presents itself.[/i] 

Errant launches herself forward before she's even finished test-wiggling her fingers. It's blind faith that, whatever's going on here, it's left her truly free. She's a reddish blur with an angry fist who closes into range faster than even augmented human reaction times. If you're gonna label her a criminal and don't wanna get punched, then don't spend her entire life speccing her for speed. Morons. Buddy is just another training course dummy. This is just another workout. Her fist smashes directly into those mirror shades, and there's a vicious pulse of satisfaction inside her when she hears them crack. She steps into the punch and sends him flying straight through the remaining partition, straight into Bargain, and straight through to the fall wall as a pair. 

[i]A good soldier does not lose sight of the bigger picture. Always make decisions based on as much information as possible.[/i] 

She's hesitating. She can't afford to hesitate. The Commander is in trouble! He's right there, and he needs her help! She can jump in there and save him, and then together they can fight their way out of the building. In fact, that's the only option. How can she abandon him after everything she just said? After everything he's done for her? This is the man who finished raising her after her parents died, and he just chose her again. She's already leaning into her next charge when suddenly and for no explainable reason, she stops.

'Go!' That's what he told her. Victoria's already getting up. Remember the score. The last time they went at each other, she got both of Errant's legs and one of her arms. This time she's fully limits-free, but Victoria's got the full weight of AEGIS behind her. And what's more, this time her limbs are coursing with a magic power that she's not sure can survive the kind of hell she's been putting on her body lately. If she loses these, it's probably back to nor-- no. No one's gonna put her back together anymore, either. It's back to being a cripple. 

But she! She can't! If it means one less body in front of her, what does it matter what happens to hers? What does it... what does it matter?

[i]A good soldier follows her orders.[/i]

She has no idea what's carrying her right now. Her legs twist around underneath her and she spins on the balls of her feet to leap for the exit yet again. She's leaving him! She's leaving him!

Because she trusts her Commander. 

Back into the corridor. Back into the labyrinth. Her visor clicks back down and her eyes scan frantically for angles she hasn't considered yet. It's time for another Pop Quiz.

[i]You are a good soldier, Ms. Kim.[/i]